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“And sleep.” His brows lowered along with the fork. She shook her head, but she was laughing. “Seriously, I can’t eat another bite.”
He took her hand, pulling her from her chair and straddling her on his lap, tucking her legs around his. “Maybe you’re eating the wrong things. Try taking a bite of this.”
His lips latched on to hers like a heat-seeking missile finding fire. While his hands ground her pussy onto the white heat of his rock-hard cock.
“Oh, dove.” His words blazed like a fire-breathing dragon as he opened his trousers.
Her eyes lit with desire in tiny flecks of sun-gold yellow. “Wait…”
“Can’t wait. Need you now. My cock is about to explode. It wants to eat and you’re its favorite breakfast.”
Her brows crinkled. Warm gold cooling into laughter. “Really? That’s your best line?”
“A man doesn’t need lines for his wife. And he does not wait, either.”
He lifted her up, tucking her dress into her belt. “Is that how they do it in your country? You snap your fingers and your wife comes?”
“Yes, let me show you.” He lowered his hand to her dewy mound and snapped the two lips covering her clit between his thumb and forefinger. Her body shuddered, her dew turned to rain, while her thighs clenched. He kissed her again, savoring the most appetizing breakfast he’d ever had. He snapped against her clit again. His fingers fought the clench of her vulva’s spasm to snap harder. The slick of her response coated his fingers as he worked them inside. Her eyes widened when he wiggled the digits around into another snap deep in her trench. His knuckle strummed and played the inner wall of her clit. Her eyes flew open, and her plump mouth dropped into a moan that rocketed through his dick.
“You like, dove? Do you like coming when I snap?”
“You know I do.” She slammed her body onto the saddle of his hand and rode. “Oh God, please don’t stop.”
He pulled his fingers out. Waving them in her face before cleaning them one at a time.
Her eyes traced every suck and pull until he lifted her to the tip of his cock and slid her down. “Inch one.”
Jessalyn’s eyes narrowed. “You don’t have to count it out. Not after you fed me your monster cock over and over.”
She bottomed out on his lap and hooked her ankles around the back of his chair. Scooting even closer. As close as she could get with the hand, he worked between them. Determined to wrest her pleasure. If she needed his thumb working the button of her box, he was happy to do it. He wasn’t a generous man. He took and kept the things he admired. Greedy and selfish, he shared with no one. But when she shuddered and broke on his dick, it took him to the elusive paradise he’d sought for years. And since her pussy was another entry to heaven. He intended to kick the damn door in and fucking stay.
Her thighs quivered and shook as she rode his cock up and down, faster and harder. He wiped the sweat from his brow. Barely restraining her with one hand as he worked her sweet nubbin with another. Fuck, she was heaven. Avalon. Camelot. Eden. Nirvana. What men dreamed of, fought and died for, sacrificed and martyred themselves for. And she was his.
“Sanyet, Oh God, I’m coming. I can’t hold back.”
“Good.” He growled. “Give it to me. Give me all of it.” He ground up, meeting her as she slammed down. “Hold nothing back. I want it. It belongs to me.”
He grabbed her head and wrenched it down for a bruising kiss. “You belong to me.”
She whimpered under the assault, but returned the bruising kiss and slammed down again. Rotating her hips in a life-altering circle. Shit.
Now it was his turn to shout her name. “Jessalyn. I want… I need.”
“Yess, yes…”
Shit, he didn’t even know. He slammed in again. Holding her down and working her in circles and back and forth. Shit. His dick bubbled, an out-of-control fountain, shooting and spraying his pleasure. Cooling the hot interior of her pussy, while it gasped and sucked every bit of what he gave. Until she finally collapsed on his shoulder.
His heart continued galloping. Repeating its demands with every beat drumming in a fierce rhythm. Want. Need. Want. Need.
Fuck. He facepalmed onto her neck. Fuck.
* * *
The peal of Rurik’s ringtone shattered their silent shower. He kissed the question on her lips and stepped out. Wrapping a towel around his waist while she finished her ministrations. “Stay right here. I want you warm and sudsy when I come back.” He arched his brow until she nodded. He gave her a quick smack on her lips and her fantastic ass before rushing into the room to pick up.
“This better be good, brother.” He growled into the phone. Watching his wife through the crackled glass door of the shower. His. Wife. He shook his head.
“It is.” The tone wiped the smile from his face and voice.
